He identifies as African American, but it’s a constant struggle to get his peers and teachers to see him that way.
When my wife and I adopted our daughter from Ethiopia in 2010, we did so full of hope. In the years since, we’ve faced ugliness that has robbed us of our optimism—and left us fearful for the future of our country.
For me and my wife, it's hard to know which anxieties to listen to and which to tune out.
The movement has unfolded in public. What about the conversations closer to home?
As a reporter covering the environment, I'm all too aware of what the next 50 years could hold. As a 9-year-old, she's not—and for now, she wants to stay that way.
Growing up, I practiced my faith quietly. Now I want my children to be loud about theirs.
Dr. Benjamin Spock, the 20th-century icon of parenting expertise, has been replaced by a chorus of conflicting ideas and advice.
When I re-read a beloved series of books from my childhood, I saw all too clearly how society limits kids’ creativity and originality.
If my black child has to learn that society will hate him, he should hear about it from someone who unconditionally loves him.